Let's Panic

At LET'S PANIC ABOUT BABIES, Eden Kennedy and I share our hard-won wisdom and tell you exactly what to think and feel and do, whether you're about to have a baby or already did and don't know what to do with it.

Yesterday was my dad's 70th birthday. I celebrated it by calling and reminding him that he is extremely, extremely old. "HELLO, OLD MAN," I shouted, "IT'S YOUR DAUGHTER. ALICE CATHERINE." "Eh?" he said, because he is as amused by my little joke as I am. And then I prattled on for a while about how old he is, why is he still working, shouldn't he be in a home now, etc. etc. Really, he loves it. He wishes he could have a birthday more than once a year, just so he could enjoy my calls berating him for his advanced age.

Here is a picture of my dad with Henry, when Henry was three days old. As you can see, my father is incredibly old, but radiates vitality and joie de vivre. What, you can't see it? Look closely!

In other news, it will soon be the celebration of the birth of Jesus. This is a holiday that we Christians sometimes celebrate by draining our bank accounts. Accordingly, I have lost my mind, and have nothing to write about except WHY HASN'T THE STUFF I ORDERED SHOWN UP YET. In order to spare you this, I am taking a short vacation from Finslippy, and will return in the new year. 2006! I'll be writing this blog from the moon! This is the year, baby!

Reader Comments (31)

Happy birthday, Pops! Many happy returns!

I sympathize with the whole "oh-my-god-where-is-my-order" syndrome. That is until last night, when I received the e-mail that half of it is currently backordered in JAPAN. Thusly, I must wait until the entire nation of Japan restocks its supply of sushi-making kits and tiny katana swords (ordered for the boyfriend, of course) until the poor little American girl can get a few. I'm expecting the order sometime around St. Patrick's Day.

I'll miss you, Miss Alice!! Have a wonderful Xmas and very happy new year! :D

I'm pretty sure I saw you on 7th Ave. today. As you walked by, I said "Finslippy" loud enough for you to hear but, alas, no response.

I thought about chasing you down, gushing effusively about how I and my wife read your blog, blah, blah, blah, but I figured you would think you might have a stalker, so I didn't bother. But you are an official brooklyn celebrity in my book. Mention that to those companies and maybe your stuff would arrive in a more timely manner. Failing that, hire an assistant and berate them.

Argh. And, I thought it was because I'd moved from Bklyn to Maine. You know, they couldn't FIND me? Because, DAMN, some of the stuff I ordered in November still hasn't arrived. What is it with the internet retailers this year?